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Zoe had to trot to catch up with him.

Rosalynn couldn’t hold back her laughter as she watched the two.

Her brother was really clueless. Hadn’t he heard of chivalry?

Zoe was having trouble keeping up with him and he was too inconsiderate to her to even slow down a little.

Meanwhile, Ivy had just received the new script and was going through it in the rest area. She couldn't believe her eyes as she reread a particular scene.

“I'm to be raped in this scene?”

She muttered to herself irritably. She remembered that in the initial script, the said scene had just involved her being beaten up by delinquents.

But now, in the revised script, she also almost got raped! Ivy’s hands were trembling a little as she stood up and went to meet the director where he sat. “Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Riley. But, why do | have to be almost raped in this scene?”RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Brewster took a look at the script page she had pointed at and said, “Well, most of the creative team agreed that this particular scene will be more impactful on the audience this way. You should get yourself ready, your scene will soon come up.”

His words only made Ivy more anxious than she was already.

“| believe the previous plot is perfect, Mr. Riley. A girl being beaten up by delinquents. It is already gripping. There’s no need for me to be almost raped in that scene. If | am to act in this scene, that means | will be inappropriately touched and hugged by others.”

As a lady from a noble family, there was no way on earth she was going to accept that.

Come what may, she wasn’t going to allow strangers to lay a hand on her inappropriately.

Brewster looked at her and said, “This is just the reality of acting.

You've to be able to adjust to any sudden script change. Trust me, with time, you will get used to it.”

He spoke politely as he didn’t want to sound condescending by being rude.

Still, if it were another new actor, he would have shut the person down. He would have yelled at the person to either do the job required of them or get lost.

Ivy was unsatisfied. “But I...”

“You should get going. Your scene is up next,”

Brewster said, interrupting her. He had lost his patience. He picked up the interphone and yelled into it, “Next scene ready!” Ivy, frustrated and angry, remained rooted to the spot.

She was about to say something to the director when she caught the assistant director out of the corner of her eye. Quickly, she went to meet him.